That’s right. No more Australia. It’s slipping away as this is posted… goodbye, noble land of green and gold.
I’m now up against more than half a day in a confined space—but will emerge butterfly-like from this intercontinental chrysalis a whole 4 hours younger. Honestly, how spiffy is that? Half of $1400 spiffy!
I do wish I could’ve spent more time here. That much is obvious. But no regrets. Everything does work out even if you try your hardest to make it feel like it won’t sometimes. I’ll be meeting homeslice Lauren in LAX, and I’ll be partying with her and Juicy till we get up to NorCal where I’m hopefully gonna settle awhile. And between then and now, I’m gonna write the last post on this thing. The last post.
Finally arrived! God that was harder than I thought… from the insanely long flight to the drive through suburban Sydney to the fantastically accomodating and yet despicably not-my-home-liness of Central YHA, it’s been a journey and a half. If the homesickness didn’t start before QANTAS Flight 108 even pulled up to the terminal than I’m Canadian. And I’m not; I’ve established that. The flight itself was reassuringly pleasant. God, I do love the Aussie accents. Where I am now, though, there aren’t a lot of those.
For those not clairvoyant, I’m typing this from the modest aging-PC showroom of the F1 Internet CafÃ©. The keyboards have four characters on each of the keys, the walls, windows and cielings are decorated with checkboards, and the going rate is A$2 an hour. That’s ten platypuses, for those not familiar. This place is not far from the hostel, near the marketplace where I made the wise purchase of some much needed shorts. Granted, it’s summer here —Â but in the words of a local, “feels like we’re about where Thailand should be.” The humidity’s around 95%. That’s metric percent so I’m not sure of the conversion rate.
Â But anyways, I have to say somethingÂ since technically I haven’t yet:
Yay! I’m in Australia!
Seats 70J, K are some of the only twosomes in economy class. The window seat is afforded some extra space for seat K because of the shape of the fuselage.
Right—so all these pre-departure posts even seem kind of frivolous to me. I mean, I wrote when I got my ticket, when my book came, I even wrote about when I had Australian leg of lamb for my birthday. I’m not obessed. I’m just excited. And that was half the point of even starting this thing. So I guess if I feel the need to actually make note of the particular seat I’m requesting, well… it sure has worked.
But seriously—do you realize, that with that seat, I’ll get to see the great sweep of Sydney before I even set foot on Australian soil? How cool is that!?